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Even though Kagarioni had planned to walk back to report, before she could, Isokla had already entered the tent the tent flap falling shut behind her. The girl felt her soft, warm hands help her unbuckle her armour straps and gently lowering it to the ground, Isokla murmured, "I know you must be cold, child, so tie down the tent flap to prevent others walking in, and ensure that no one can see through the top. Then dig the firepit. I'll secure dinner - a soup would be good for you, I think, with herbs that will warm you." Despite her soft tone, Isokla's voice was still commanding and she expected to be obeyed. "Once that's done, strip off your wet clothes, hang them to dry with mine and the fire shall warm you. If you have any nightware, change into it. We won't be wearing armour tonight."
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Once everything had been seen to, both girls, master and apprentice were crouched by the fire, a warm bowl of soup in their hands and a pot hanging over the burning fireplace clad in naught but their shifts, undergarments and a dressing gown in Isokla's case. By now, the storm was raging heavily outside and the eye of the storm was close. Shivering despite the soup and herbs, Isokla grabbed the bedroll and tugged the fur blanket off it, pulling it around both her and Kagarioni's shoulders, snuggling against her for warmth.
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OOC: I'll let you others turn in as you will, talking if you want. If not, morning will come and you'll awaken at dawn, undisturbed, unless you choose to disturb another character or go for a walk or whatnot.
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